The Paradise of Maitreya is a wall painting by famed painter and Buddhist monk Zhu Haogu and his pupil Zhang Boyuan. It is 502 cm in height and 1101 cm in length, and was created on the southwestern portion of the Xinghua monastery in 1298, during China’s Yuan dynasty. The painting is done through the dry fresco method on one of the clay walls of the monastery, with ink and rich colour pigments being used to create the image itself. The technique used to create this painting was appropriate likely due to the ease in which the surface of the wall could be prepared and covered with clay, and how the ink and colour medium was one that was already being used at the time. After being restored, it was shipped to Toronto and the Royal Ontario Museum’s Bishop White Gallery, where it currently resides. Though the overall surface of the wall painting is smooth and flat due to the technique used and the clay on which the ink was applied, there are still faint lines and faded areas that are likely due to the passage of time and how the painting had to be taken apart while being transported.
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Once decorating the walls in the Chinese Xinghua si temple stood The Paradise of Maitreya and now a brilliant mural that rules the Bishop White gallery at the Royal Ontario Museum. The painting was made over 7 centuries ago throughout the Yuan dynasty, ruled by Khubilai Khan. This object is worthy of attention because it underwent extensive repairs and is still known today for its beauty, it has a deep and significant portrayal of the forthcoming of Buddha, as well the incredible backstory of the painting. This piece is truly irreplaceable and is vital for understanding the development of Chinese culture.
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